Every now and then, my husband has a big bonfire in the garden.  I must admit they make me nervous.   I find myself compelled to watch them well into the night to make sure they’re properly out before I go to bed.   I’ve been known to resort to water, just to be absolutely sure.

I much prefer an incinerator.   Contained, controlled, slow-burning but often more intense, an incinerator gets the job done with less risk and almost no need of supervision.

For me, on purpose beats all-out, every time.

Whatever Easter means to you, enjoy the break.

See you Tuesday.